An eight and a nine and a four and a three... I wondered what kind of sonnet would be.
It screams silent and quiet as riots divide us and Fluttershy flutters by and fries fries on Gaius
And sings the cold rings and a sparrow ye be as we decide to give charity to these Rarities three
So the trio of Rarity came to speak of disparity as seals would carry a tune to her fleas
And as we illuminate thus we show Gus and all the pus as it makes a great yellow stain
As big as a sawmill cuts down Ron's new cog fill and Applejack's bog tilling makes them a pain
But houses and riptides call out the blue slip mites and tripwires flip tires on Sunday afternoon
As Popeye and Twilight make room to bed down at night slipping into latex that's just far too tight
And as Popeye rips one Pinkie Pie lays on the horn that Applejack gave her from her truck
And thue ends the latex so they dress in bags vexing ponies from Amareica to Tanzarbuck.